at dusk a stillness falls defeated warriors seized from life shielding the landscape, they lie as legions have before them



the crow spirals down from its tower of dominion its eternal quest is the blood of the slain it sees battles, victories and visions fortold its eyes hold the secrets of eternity



devouring warriors

seeking spilled blood

the triple figure of war shall arise

a shape of black shadows

and wind blown leaves

it shall sweep its endless domain



snowflakes soar on the northern wind

figures transform to crystal and ice

the voice of the future cries out across the land



i am the wind that rolls from the sea i am the darkness that cloaks your soul i am the whisper that drifts through the trees i am the fate that compels you all